Yan Yan slowly walked towards Rong Hong, step by step.
Her face was originally adorned with a bright smile, but as her footsteps drew closer, the smile vanished, replaced by a sly look.
She subtly curled the corners of her lips, as if secretly pleased with her successful plan. Then, she reached out and gently patted Rong Hong's shoulder, softly calling his name. However, Rong Hong did not respond; his head drooped, his eyes closed, clearly having fallen into a deep sleep.
Yan Yan couldn't help but smirk, her eyes full of calculation. She glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then picked up the teacup Rong Hong had just drunk from and smashed it to the ground. The teacup shattered instantly, tea spilling everywhere, as if venting Yan Yan's pent-up anger. Next, she forcefully swept the teapot off the table, it clanging loudly against the floor.
This series of actions caught the attention of Wei Qiao, who had just entered the living room. He quickly ran to the glass window and saw the situation inside the glass room through the floor-to-ceiling window; his face immediately turned pale.
Yan Yan had already suppressed her dark side, and was now half-crouching beside Rong Hong's chair with her eyes full of worry and fear.
Wei Qiao rushed into the glass room, asking in a panic, "Chairman Rong, what's wrong? What happened?"
Yan Yan frowned and feigned panic as she said, "Chairman Rong probably had another heart attack just now, and he suddenly fainted. When he fainted, he knocked over and broke all the teaware on the table. I gave him some first aid, but his breathing is still very rapid, and he seems to be in great pain." Her tone was filled with intense fear.
Wei Qiao rushed to Rong Hong's side, checked his breathing, and said worriedly, "Yan Yan, please keep an eye on him. I'll go get a doctor right away." His eyes were full of worry and concern. He turned to Yan Yan and said, "Please take good care of Chairman Rong. I'll be right back." After saying that, he rushed out of the glass room and ran towards the living room.
Watching Wei Qiao's retreating figure, Yan Yan curled the corners of her lips, a smug look in her eyes, secretly praising her own acting skills.
She muttered under her breath, "Wei Qiao, you really are a fool." Her smile was full of disdain and mockery, as if Wei Qiao was the person she despised the most.
By the time the doctor arrived at the glass room, Rong Hong had already slowly regained consciousness. His eyes were unfocused as he held Yan Yan's hand, still shaken. "Yan Yan, thank goodness you were here. You're the savior of the Rong family. If it weren't for you saving me, I would be dead already!"
"Uncle Rong, please don't say that." Yan Yan pursed her lips, gently placed her other hand over Rong Hong's hand, and said modestly, "I was just scared. Luckily, I happened to be by your side, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."
After saying that, Yan Yan stepped aside, making room for the doctor to conduct the examination.
"It's been cold lately, and even in the glass room it's not as warm as indoors." The doctor frowned as he examined Rong Hong and patiently advised him, "You must take good care of your health, otherwise you might not be so lucky next time."
"So, it would be best for Chairman Rong to stay indoors for the time being?" Wei Qiao stepped forward and asked with a frown.
"Yes, you must be careful." The doctor put down his stethoscope and patiently gave Wei Qiao various instructions.
"What happened?" The doctor was about to speak when he saw Rong Mo walking over with a serious expression.
"Uncle Rong's heart was hurting again just now, and he almost had a serious accident," Yan Yan said softly, her eyes lowered.
"Why did you come out?" Rong Mo frowned, his tone very displeased. "Didn't you say you were going to rest upstairs?"
Rong Mo's expression was not good, and his words carried a hint of reproach.
"Don't blame Yan Yan." Rong Hong raised his hand, immediately protecting Yan Yan. "It was me who insisted on coming down because I felt a bit suffocated upstairs and wanted to come down for some fresh air. It has nothing to do with Yan Yan; she even tried to persuade me to come down. But I insisted on coming down, and she was worried that I wouldn't be able to stay alone, so she came down with me."
Yan Yan pursed her lips and glanced at Rong Hong with a complicated expression.
A strange emotion welled up in Rong Mo's heart. Yan Yan had just addressed Rong Hong not as the usual "Chairman Rong," but as the more affectionate "Uncle Rong." Rong Hong was usually stern and rarely explained himself, yet he had just taken the blame upon himself to prevent Rong Mo from blaming Yan Yan. This was highly unusual. Rong Mo lowered his head, recalling what Shen Zhi Qiu had told him before leaving, and now he truly felt something was amiss.
Rong Mo looked up at Yan Yan and noticed her eyes were flickering, as if she were hiding something. He then looked at his father and saw that his expression was also somewhat unnatural. Rong Mo suddenly felt irritated; he didn't like this feeling, as if everything had become unreal.
But now is not the time to delve into this.
"Wei Qiao, take my dad upstairs to rest and arrange for the doctor to stay next door so he can take care of him." After Rong Mo finished speaking, he looked at Yan Yan and said, "Yan Yan, your leg injury was showing signs of recovery just now, so don't overexert yourself. Let the medical staff take care of my dad."
Yan Yan glanced at Rong Hong, then at Rong Mo, pursed her lips repeatedly, but ultimately said nothing, only letting out a soft sigh.
"Yan Yan, you should rest too, don't overwork yourself." Rong Hong looked at Yan Yan with a kind smile and comforted her, "You've had a long day, go and rest first."
Rong Hong looked at Yan Yan, his eyes filled with concern and worry. He also felt a pang of guilt, realizing that Yan Yan had neglected her leg injury to take care of him, yet Rong Mo was treating her poorly. He hoped she could rest well and recover.
Yan Yan glanced at Rong Hong gratefully, nodded, and obediently replied, "Okay, Uncle Rong, you should rest well and make sure nothing else happens. I was really scared just now, and I'm still feeling the afterglow."
Wei Qiao, accompanied by the doctor, helped Rong Hong upstairs. Yan Yan followed them upstairs, heading towards the nursery on the third floor.
Watching their figures disappear at the top of the stairs, Rong Mo took off his coat, casually draped it over the sofa, and then sat down. He removed his tie and rubbed his temples wearily.
He felt there was something fishy about the whole thing, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed as he pondered.
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